How many times at work did you sit there, in heaven mesmerized, as you dreamed about a beautiful co-worker’s feminine feet wondering what it would feel like to follow her home and spy on her after she got home and began to relax. I know you must have been fantasizing at your desk, pretending to be working, the whole time you secretly admired her long legs and her very pretty feet and her very sexy hose and shoes. I presume you fixated on how she would arrive at her flat and then slip her warm sultry feet out of her sexy office pumps. I know you spent hours dreaming about kneeling near her feet as she lay on her couch, her toes wiggling and moving just out of your reach. Maybe she was watching TV, or reading a book.

How often did you wonder if, once home, she removed her office high heels and put on comfortable slippers. You must have become excited thinking about how she walk shoeless on her carpet, her toes touching the fine rug and resting then gliding on the cold linoleum. I bet you wondered if they would ask her boyfriend to massage her tired warm smelly feet after a long day at the office. Yes, you dreamed of having her rest her nyloned feet on your lap as you used your hands to grasp and tug and stimulate her tired beautiful sexy seductive feet. Imagine holding her toes, her arch and rubbing her soft soles. Imagine those feet in your lap and think how excited this would make you. Admit you would do anything to hold and caress and massage her beautiful young pedicured feet. Admit that nothing would please you more than to please her.

Today I wore tight attractive jeans and soft sheer black hose underneath. All day long I wore these sexy taupe high heeled leather pumps – soft, comfy worn and alluring. I noticed my boss staring at them, wondering if how he could get close to my feet. I teased him mercilessly, dangling my shoe and exposing for minutes my perfectly rounded warm heel that I occasionally dipped into my pump. Wouldn’t you love to sit next to me at the office and admire my legs and feet? Could you keep your mind or thought off of me and my seductive feet?

When I arrived at home I did not take off my heels immediately. As I walked into my living room I received a telephone call and I spoke at length to a close friend. As we spoke I slowly dipped my foot in and out of this sexy shoe. My hose were warm and smooth and I loved the sensation of my foot gliding over the insole of these sexy comfortable pumps. As I spoke I looked down at my foot and allowed my toes to play and toy with the pliant shoe leather. I admired my toes and how the top of my foot looked as it slipped in and out of the taupe leather heel. As I gazed at my foot I noticed the very light scent of my warm sweaty nyloned feet. I recalled how much this scent intoxicates you and I smiled as I reached down and touched the cracks of my toes.

I sat down on the sofa, dropped my shoes and slowly flexed my toes. My feet were tired and certainly could have used a massage. I thought about you and how much you love to caress and hold my tired warm feet. I thought of your strong hands and your kind heart and about how much you like to please and pamper me. I know you would have wanted to be there and to massage my legs and feet. I know you would have loved to hold my feet then smelled your hands and to know that you pleased me and helped me so much.

I picked up a magazine and relaxed on the couch. I stretched out and relaxed in my hose. I crunched and wiggled my toes and allowed my feet to rest. It felt good to lay there and slowly move my toes and let them enjoy the fresh air. My nylons were slightly damp but my feet were starting to feel better. After a long day it was good to let them sway and move freely.

Look at my soles. Look at each of my toes and admire it. Dream about being with me near this sofa so close to these sexy beautiful exciting feet. You must be aroused just thinking about them. Look closely at them, admire them and dream of them. They are here for you, just inches from your eyes. You can smell them and you can almost touch them. Yes, watch me flex my foot and slowly wiggle my toes. Look at the bottoms of my feet and notice how the wrinkles change on my soft soles as I move my feet closer to you. My feet are here – I am relaxing- enjoy them, they are here for your fantasies…

Okay, let’s have it: The month, year and date of the original “After Hours” video. Try as I might, I can’t remember it. And as long as I’ve got you on the line, this is arguably the best video you’ve ever done. Everything about it is tops. The color of the stockings, the reinforcements, the sound, the closeup view throughout – and all the preceding wouldn’t mean a thing without your gorgeous feet. Thanks for bringing class to what is frequently badly done porn.

I was browsing this evening through your archives and came upon a series titled “Extreme Dangling” dated 3/23/04. It brought back fond memories of my childhood because I had a teacher who would position herself on the top of her desk, cross her legs and proceed to dangle her shoes endlessly off the tips of her toes. This was back in the days of “full fashioned” stockings like the ones you wear in “Extreme Dangling”. She would rock her shoes back and forth, never losing one, but mesmerizing me with the thought (dream?) that she might. As you can imagine, it was hard for me to concentrate on the lesson. This was obviously many years ago but I’ve never forgotten it. Thanks for the memories.

Have you ever given thought to starting a section where members could related their personal experiences and memories of dangling, dipping, etc. as I recently did? Sending you that note brought back some other memories of public dangling, dipping and so forth. Just a thought. You could do a survey to see whether there’d be interest. What do you think?

Ah, positive feedback. Okay, here’s another memory and a good one it is. I was looking for a place to sit and eat my lunch in a mall food court when I saw a woman sitting one table in front of mine with her back to me. I checked under her chair and, lucky me, she had her legs crossed at the ankles, one foot off the floor, one foot on with only her toes in her shoe and the other shoe completely off. I had a beautiful shot of her brown nylon pantyhosed and slender ankled, high arched feet. She kept playing with her shoes and crossing and re-crossing her ankles for easily half an hour. It’s a good thing I had a cold lunch that day because I could hardly concentrate on it. I stayed with her until she left. She made my day and left me with a beautiful memory.